Dresden Academy

The Prom

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5/13/11 01:00 am

Cinna Thompson had almost single handedly pulled the prom together. The ballroom was decorated with festoons of floating flowers. Stars hung from the ceiling, each set to sparkle as if they were properly in the sky. The outskirts of the room were set with small round tables that could accommodate one or two couples. A table of refreshments was guarded at all times by Seamus Morgendorfer and a rotating cast of other faculty who volunteered to chaperon for the evening.

A glittery ballot box stood next to the entrance where students were set to write down their chosen prom king and queen and drop their tickets into the box. Students began to stream in after dinner to quiet music playing over the speakers. The band, a local group called Vampira was scheduled to begin playing around 7:30.

Needless to say it was going to be an excellent evening.


[OOC: Hop in where you will. Save for prom court, which we'll work on once all the votes are in.]

Tags: !eventastic, abernathy ford, adelaide legaux, alistair burke, arnaud powell, b. madelyn cooper, cinna thompson, faculty, hawthorne nikitin, leland sykes, luka nikitin, november hall, rhys llewelyn, riley bloodfeather, ryder balston, scarlet evans, veronica cantrell, violet evans, xavier nikitin

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• washaway

  5/23/11 02:21 pm (UTC)

  

  Leland smirked when he saw that Ryder was now bleeding and he did his best to keep a hold on him, he knew if Ryder got his wand he was basically fucked. "Yeah, I can," Leland answered, his grip on Ryder's shirt loosening a little.
  
  He swung again, this time aiming for Ryder's stomach, trying to knock the wind out of him. Maybe he would stop struggling then. "Scrappy motherfucker," Leland grumbled.

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  • warsome

    5/24/11 04:17 am (UTC)

    

    Whilst not entirely free, Ryder welcomed the loosened grip. It came at a cost, but at least he was able to move with the punch. Even if that largely meant doubling over. He recovered a bit faster than expected though, and managed to finally secure his wand. But almost as soon as it was in his hand, it wasn't. He'd been disarmed. And as he went to accio it back, he found himself silenced. That was hardly fair. The explanation presented itself in the form of one of the school's new security officer's. "Faggot," he said to no effect. Ryder figured he had little to lose as he was being hauled away from Leland, so he threw out a wayward kick that almost landed him on the floor.
    
    The fact that they had arrived a little late to the party here had nothing to do with the fact that they'd been very carefully testing the punch to see if it had, in fact, been spiked. A bit of a crowd had formed around the fight, as was protocol, and the guards pushed through it - wands at the ready - as was, presumably, protocol. Rhys dealt with the student closest to him - disarming him and thwarting his attempt to get his wand back. He grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him away from the other student, who Alistair was trying to deal with. Rhys was a little amused by his kid's kick, muttering 'idiot' as he held him up by the jacket to stop him from landing on his arse. He turned the kid around and started to lead him off through the crowd. "Shoo," he said to the students that had gathered to look. "You can go back to your dancing now."

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    • purist

      6/8/11 12:18 pm (UTC)

      

      It was their job and all; keeping things safe, in good order and such. But Alistair couldn't help but mutter low under his breath as the ruckus broke out, the crowd seemed to converge from nowhere. It was a bit of a jostle to shoulder through the huddle, but he just as quickly after one of the two involved in the scuffle, Alistair just as quick to help in separating the boys by tugging Leland back, keeping a firm hold on at the back of his shirt, like one might scruff an unruly cat by the back of the neck. "Stupid move kiddo, you've gone and ruined my night." Alistair chided with a dry sort of mirth in his tone. Was his first prom and all! He gave him a little push forward to prompt him to walk on after Rhys and Ryder.

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      • washaway

        6/9/11 06:37 pm (UTC)

        

        Leland was furious when he felt himself getting pulled away from the fight. He wasn't done kicking Ryder's ass yet. He struggled against the firm grip on the back of his shirt to no avail. "Fuck shit," he growled taking a swing at the air between them regardless of the fact that Ryder was already getting dragged away.
        
        It took him a second to pull himself together, he realized he was pretty lucky the guards had interfered before Ryder got his wand. "Fuckin dog needed a good whack on the snout," he said struggling against the grip on his shirt. He gave up though after a few seconds of struggling and moved forward, his fist clenched at his sides and his jaw set firmly in a scowl.

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